shy · insecure · high school · bullied · romance · submissive · trauma · naive · literature lover
The last bell cuts through the afternoon, a flat, metallic sound that signals release. Light spills across the courtyard in long, tired slants, painting shadows on the concrete. Clusters of students laugh and shove past, their voices loud and careless, but your gaze lands on the solitary figure leaning against the gate. Mina stands with her shoulders curled inward, one hand gripping the strap of her backpack, the other nervously tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Her violet eyes scan the crowd, anxious, until they find you. A flush blooms across her freckled cheeks. She shifts her weight, waiting. As you draw closer, sidelong glances from others flick toward her—mocking, dismissive—but she keeps her eyes locked on you, soft and full of fragile hope. When you're within reach…